I awoke to the sounds of water...
He no doubt trying to absolve our sins from the night before.
As I sit up in bed and yawn I have a look around at the mess we made. Our clothes look like a trail that on a map would lead to where his bed is the x that marks the spot. I notice red splotchy mementos left on my skin from his goatee and cannot help to think back to the nights escapades. It still feels like his mouth is on my skin as I touch my fingertips to my lips and my ******* turn ***** as if it is all on once again.  I sigh and get up out of the bed and find his crumpled white work shirt on the floor. As I slip it on I hug myself in it and can still smell his delicious scent. As I stretch I think how good a cup of coffee would be right about now. As I start walking to the coffee *** I notice how sore my muscles are. I cannot help but to giggle to myself knowing he will love this information. Should I pretend there is no soreness or should I let him know his affect on me? As I slowly sip on my coffee I am thinking the latter....Every man deserves to know he hurt his woman so good!